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a small amount of blue seen through the forest of trees,
smelling of the flowers in the fields making me sneeze,
running through the middle along the stone,
getting more deeper to feeling completely alone,
getting darker the more i run,
no longer able to see the fields which i begun,
nothing but blackness the further i go,
trying to remember but now i do not know,
using my senses remembering one thing,
the one tree which the wind blows through to sing,
hearing it still nearby to follow the sound,
finding my way out from being lost to the sacred ground.